Two months ago, I posted about Small’s reading. I talked about whole word recognition, and how that’s what we were focussing on.
We didn’t tell Small that. Somewhere since then, pretty much unaided, especially as he didn’t come to school that much in holiday club, he decided that he would get phonics, figure out most of the letters he didn’t already know, crack decoding, start writing phonetically and generally explode into literacy. At some point I will learn that this child just doesn’t do anything ‘as expected’. He walked, not precisely late, but certainly not early either. His speech we all know about (except him, he knows he didn’t speak til he was older than most children start speaking, but he says he can’t remember his sign language), and now his reading, writing and maths are just unfolding in front of us, with very little targeted input. I’m loving having him come upstairs to my Elementary room, as I get to watch – today he wrote poetry, his own choice, his own words, and read it out to the whole class. I think he was the first to finish actually.
Big started back to Brownies tonight, rather than last week, when we went and discovered that it wasn’t on. She said she had a great time, so that’s good – she wasn’t sure she wanted to go earlier today, but I’m pleased that she did. Her piano is coming along well now, she seems to have realised that if she practises more, she plays better. Hasn’t helped her remember to bring her book home from school mind, not that she would have had time to practise yet even if she had.
Right, Tim made the custard for the apple pie last night, so apparently it’s my turn tonight. Must go cook, as must get early night, as nearly fell asleep on Small’s bed earlier while reading Harry and the Bucketful of Dinosaurs (Picture Puffin)
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